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The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the subterranean transit hub, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that mirrored the frantic, arrhythmic beating of my own heart as I clutched the cold, damp wool of my father’s overcoat against my chest, the fabric soaked through with the acrid, metallic scent of the storm and the lingering, invisible residue of the violence that had just erupted in...
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